Authors: Jessica Sorensen
“He tried to kill me because he thought I was going to turn into a Higher,” I say. “Not because I can walk with the vampires.”
“You’re not a Higher, Kayla,” he says. “And I think Dominic knew that … he was just afraid of you.”
“But I killed the Higher,” I say. “It took my hands and plunged it into its chest.”
“Then he killed it with your hands—he killed himself.” He runs his hand through his dark, sweaty hair. “You’re not a Higher.” But he’s not fully convinced; I can feel the slight hint of fear on him.
He lies back down, playing with my hair as he falls asleep. I watch his chest rise and fall with his breathing. I think about staying awake all night, just keeping my eyes open, like I used to do all the time.
But those times are gone. And after a while it becomes too much and I let my eyes shut.
At the first sign of morning, we set out for the hillside. The land is a light grey, but the air is exceptionally smoky. We walk quickly, so we’re certain to make it before dark. There’s a lot of chattering going on, and it starts to wear on me. I’m getting tired, hungry, aggravated, and it escalates with every second that drips by. Don’t they understand we’re probably being hunted? Or that Maci might be in trouble? Or that there are a million different problems?
I move up in front, putting some distance between the five of them and myself, knowing I’m being ridiculous, but I can’t seem to help it—all my energy is draining away and all that’s left is irritation.
After a while, Aiden jogs up to me and touches my arm, inching me close to him. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” I point over my shoulder at the rest of them. “I just needed a little break from all the talking.”
He scratches at his head. “You want me to tell them to be quiet?”
I shake my head. “They’re fine. It’s just me. I’m just feeling a little weird.”
“At first it’s hard, but it’ll get easier,” he assures me.
I don’t respond, kicking the sand with my boot because what he says doesn’t make sense to me. The feeling of weakness feels potent and vile, like it doesn’t belong in my body.
“I don’t think we can stay at the hillside anymore.” He drops his voice, leaning in. “With the Day Takers wanting you and Dominic wanting to kill you, I don’t think it’s good idea to stay there.”
“I know,” I say with a nod. “I agree I can’t stay there.”
“We can start over somewhere.” He brushes my hair back from my shoulder. “Find a new shelter. Those caves are all over the place around here.”
“What about my memories?” I ask. “Don’t you think we should find out what I know?”
“We will.” He nudges my shoulder.
I smile, but my lips feel heavy. I don’t like the idea of them having to pack up everything and move, not when they have so much to risk, unlike me. I can walk day or night and be fine. I make the decision then and there to leave on my own.
“You and you alone, Kayla.” Monarch says. “That’s how it’s got to be in the end, otherwise it’ll never work.”
“I don’t think I’ve been so happy to see a hill before.” Ryder perks up as their home grows closer. “God, I just want to lie down and rest forever.”
Aiden gives her ponytail a playful tug. “You’re such a weakling and you know it.”
She smiles and a blush creeps up in her cheeks. She sweeps her hair forward, hoping he won’t notice and I catch sight of the numbers on her wrists.
“We’re going to build an army,” Monarch says. “We’re going to take down the Highers and put the world back the way it was. But you need to die in order to live.”
I’m about to pull Aiden aside and tell him what I hear, when I realize there’s a large amount of smoke spinning in the air today. I stop at the top of a hill and gaze down to the bottom—to the hillside.
And my heart almost stops.
Fires. Everywhere. Burning high above and below the hillside and over by the pipe. Fire, just like in the city.
“No,” Ryder cries, starting to run for their burning home. But Aiden holds her by the shoulder, pulling her back, pinning her against his chest. “Let go of me!” she screams and kicks at him.
He hugs her against him, trying to calm her down as she hysterically sobs. “It’s okay,” he says. “I’m sure they all made it out.”
“But what if the vampires got in,” she says, trying to wrench away from him. “The entrance is wide open.”
“Who did this?” I mumble, almost walk down, forgetting that I’m not as strong as I once was. Or as invincible.
“Perhaps the Day Takers,” Cedrix steps beside me, hand in his pocket, a solemn face. “Or perhaps someone else.” He points at the fires burning all around the front of the hillside. “Maybe the same someone who controls the fires in the city.”
“But no one knows who does that.” I reach for my knife, but realize it isn’t there. “Damn it.” I kick a rock, feeling helpless and useless.
“What wrong?” Cedrix asks, watching the cloud of dirt I kicked up.
“It’s nothing,” I say, thinking of Maci. Is she still in there? Alive? “Do you have a knife I could borrow?”
He gives me a funny look as he reaches into his pocket and hands me his knife, a small one, with a grinded blade. “If you’re thinking of being a hero, don’t,” he says. “You’re not as strong as you used to be.”
Strong or not, I know what I have to do. Because I promised I’d take care of her. I take off, knowing if I don’t move fast enough, he’ll catch me.
“Kayla,” Aiden yells on cue. I hear his footsteps thundering after me, but I keep going, up the hill and jump into the cave. I shove the rock in front of the entrance and lock him out. He bangs on the other side and I know he’ll make it through very soon, so I hurry.
My ears go on alert, the knife poised out as I tiptoe my way down the tunnel and down into the main room. It’s dark as death, crates tipped over, food skewed all over the place. It looks like someone was searching for something, but gave up and just broke everything instead.
I move downstairs, checking underneath the stairwell and in the corners of the room. Then I spot the knife I gave Maci, the silver blade stained red with blood.
“What happened in here?” I say, picking up the knife. A soft pulse thuds in my ears and boost my hopes that someone has survived. I pad lightly up the stairs, following the sound into the room I was once chained in, only now the chains are empty and most of the lanterns are shattered.
“Hello,” I call softly. The heart jumps. “Who’s in here?”
From the blankness of the corner, a small figure crawls out. “Kayla.” Maci blinks and then runs to me, throwing her arms around my waist.
I pat the red-headed little girl on the head. “It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.”
She tilts her head up to me. “I know it is.”
Of course she does. “What happened?”
She rubs her eyes and steps back. “They came for you.”
“Who came for me?”
Her eyes widen and her pulse lurches with fear as she utters the words, “The Highers.”
The severity of the situation unexpectedly takes a turn for the worse. “Are they still here?” I turn, stabbing my knife in front of me.
“No, they’re gone,” she says. “They left when morning came.”
I’m starting to panic. “We need to get out of here.”
With no hesitation, we creep out the room. I glance from my left to my right, making sure it’s clear, then grab Maci’s hand and pull her along as I sprint down the tunnel and for the stairs. But a crash, from the bottom room somewhere, sends me to a slamming stop. I move slowly, peeking over the railing. It’s a vampire, digging through the wrecked crates and spilled food.
And it’s right beside the only way out.
I quickly push Maci back down the tunnel. “Don’t move,” I whisper. I shut my eyes, counting under my breath. Then I hurl myself over the railing. My feet slam against the floor, knocking the wind out of me. The vampire turns and snarls, sharp teeth stained with blood. I cough as I stumble to my feet. It challenges me, standing up and walking for me like a predator. I start to worry that somehow my immunity has vanished, when it falls back, pressing its back against the dirt wall. I could just run, up the stairs and out into the greyness of the outside. But something inside me snaps into place, like all my wheels have locked into place.
The perfect soldier.
I bound forward, springing on my toes as I jump for the creature that fears me. Its fangs bite out and I flinch back, fearing it might nick my skin. But then it sidesteps, trying to escape up the stairs, moving swiftly toward …
Maci.
The little girl stands at the top of the stairs, frozen, but not afraid.
“Maci, run!” I yell.
When she doesn’t budge, my feet hammer up the stairs. The vampire speeds up. But so do I and with a dive, I snatch it by the legs. Our bodies ram to the floor, rotting flesh pressing in my face, knees scraping, open wounds. Just because they fear me, doesn’t mean I’m immune to the virus. And I have open wounds. I jump to my feet and it reels, bleeding, lips parted.
With a fleeting swipe, I sink the knife into its chest, straight into its unbeating heart. The scream of the dying creature vibrates through the tunnels. Maci flings her hands over her ears as she and I back away from it. We watch as the vampire shrivels up until there is nothing left but bones. My first vampire kill while being human. I should be thrilled, but it feels like something inside me has died.
Maci’s all eyes, mouth parted, as she stares at the vampire bones.
“It’s okay,” I tell her, keeping my voice soft. “It’s dead.”
She looks up at me and smiles. “I know.”
Her happy state gives me the chills, but I nod my head. “Let’s get out of here.”
We start for the tunnel, but Aiden and Ryder come rushing inside. Aiden marches straight for me with a scowl on his face. “What the hell was that about?” he asks.
I point over my shoulder. “I was thinking there might be someone inside who needs my help.”
He calms a little, but shakes his head. “But there could have been anything in here. You don’t know what did this.”
“There was only a vampire,” Maci chimes in. “But Kayla killed it with her bare hands.”
“Not with my bare hands.” I hold up Cedrix’s knife and shrug.
Aiden brushes by me, gazing downstairs at the ruined room below. Then his eyes move to the pile of bones in the middle of the stairway.
“You really did,” he says to himself. “You killed one.” Then he heads for the tunnel. “Let’s get out of here.”
After I finish explaining that Maci told me the Highers had been there, the six of us stand in a circle outside, trying to figure out what our next move is.
“We can’t just leave,” Ryder says. “This is our home.”
“Was our home.” He points his knife at the hillside, open, and lined with fires. “But it’s not safe for us to stay here anymore. The Highers know where it is and so do the Day Takers.” His gaze briefly flicks to me. “And they’ll come looking for us.”
“No, they’ll come looking for her.” Ryder glares and thrusts her finger sharply at me. “They want her. Not us.”